lost spark

What Ye Ting saw was an old man in his sixties, standing in front of the bookshelf with his hands behind his back, looking up, wearing black-rimmed glasses, the wrinkles on his face were like towering mountain marks, and the loose cloth shirt had a gentle and sacred look. Artistic atmosphere.

He looked very friendly and rarely put on a show. Ding Chuang brought him a cup of tea, and a smile appeared on his face. He was not too surprised when he met Ye Ting for the first time. He was very confident when he spoke, and followed his wife's instructions Invite several younger generations to have dinner at home.

Fu Wangfeng's home is located in a small courtyard of a clean villa, with bamboo groves as curtains and wood as benches, elegant decorations in the room, calligraphy and paintings are indispensable, and the most striking thing is the "Humble Room Inscription" in the middle of the wall, with ink characters on the white wall , it looks like it was written by someone.

The hostess Qin Hua was a little younger than the photo, and Ye Ting realized that the old couple were the two people in the photo that Qu Yixiao put in the drawer.Ding Chuang didn't come because he had other business. Qin Hua warmly entertained him and Qu Yixiao, and said happily, "I'm looking forward to you. When Qu Yixiao mentioned you to us, he wanted to meet people. His teacher is better than me. Still impatient."

"You know?" Ye Ting was a little surprised. He always thought that Qu Yixiao was unwilling to disclose the matter of marriage. It turns out that people who don't care about it on the surface will have fluctuations, just like picking up a kitten and puppy and going home. Be smooth.

So when did you say it?The occasion did not allow him to think, and Ye Ting could not embarrass Qu Yixiao, so he nodded and said, "Hi."

They gathered around and talked about some common things, and the topic of the conversation was about Ye Ting. Hearing that he is now a teacher, Fu Wangfeng smiled and said to Qin Hua: "You are going with me." Qin Hua used to be a teacher, but later Retired and having fun at home.

At noon, Qu Yixiao helped cook, and Ye Ting followed beside him restrainedly.

His eyes were always glued to Qu Yixiao's body, Qin Hua couldn't help but sighed and smiled: "I remember the first time I saw you, it was your teacher who took me to visit you, you were alone and made my heart hurt, now I have Wangfeng and I are really happy for you."

"Thanks to Aunt Qin for taking care of me." Qu Yixiao handed her the washed vegetables, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Ye Ting and me sooner."

"I don't know your personality yet." Qin Hua said, "The kid behind is very good, and you are a good match."

"It's just like this in front of you. He was very naughty since he was a child, and he was a willful young master who was difficult to take care of. Now that he has grown up," Qu Yixiao thought for a while, and said softly, "It's almost the same, it hasn't changed much. "

"No matter how rough you are, it's in front of you."

"I can hear you talking." Ye Ting took a step forward, feeling sad listening to Qin Hua's description, while listening to Qu Yixiao's evaluation of himself, unconvinced, he stepped forward and asked: "Then do you like to be good, or Not good?"

Qu Yixiao glanced at Qin Hua, his eyes seemed to say: "Look, he's just not ashamed." But he didn't answer.

Qin Hua beamed and said to Ye Ting, "Come on, help me take this out."

After dinner, they bid farewell to Fu Wangfeng and his wife, and they took the bus back together. Ye Ting sat by the window, squinting his eyes to meet the sun, and asked how Qu Yixiao knew Fu Wangfeng.

"Why do you suddenly want to know this?" Qu Yixiao asked.

"I'm just curious." He was extremely curious about everything about Qu Yixiao, and he had to admit that it was a bit tasteful, so he pretended to be calm and said, "You are very familiar with each other."

Qu Yixiao smiled, and started talking about that relationship on the stop-and-go bus.

"The teacher's original name was actually Fu Yuan. Later, because he disliked the word 'Yuan' for being too soft, he took the name 'Wangfeng'."

Fu Wangfeng was born in a scholarly family. He learned calligraphy since he was a child. When he was young, his pen and knife style was vigorous and unrestrained. In his later years, his works were as good as water. He has written a lot of experience in his life. It's legendary.

He has many disciples, and now all of them are apprentices, and Ding Chuang is the last apprentice he accepts.Qu Yixiao was fortunate to be one of them, it was a coincidence.

Every year near the end of the new year, there will be more people on the road, and they will start to set up street stalls. The street will form a long grocery store, candy, firecrackers, dry goods, and all kinds of New Year’s goods. Qu Yixiao, who will finish his sophomore year, is also one of the stall owners. One, he didn't have a small stool, so he squatted on the ground to sell couplets.

Looking around, he was the youngest stall owner, and many people were surprised by his appearance.

Qu Yixiao didn't pay attention to it, and didn't try to get acquainted with these people. In order to grab a spot, he came to squat at three or four in the morning, and it gradually became lively at midnight. The more people there were, the more excited the stall owners were.Fu Wangfeng passed by in the midst of people coming and going, and happened to catch a glimpse of the words on the couplet.

These couplets are all written by Qu Yixiao himself, which can save money.His stall was small, and Fu Wangfeng, who stopped to watch, blocked the entire stall entrance. Although the calligraphy sprinkled with gold powder was not exquisite, it was not the same as others.

"Sell couplets?" For a moment Ye Ting thought he heard it wrong.

In my memory, the winter in this city is really cold to the bone.Outside the window is heavy snow, withered branches and silver leaves. People who go out to work come back to reunite with their families one after another. Inside the house are four walls and a red clay stove to welcome the new year.

He is afraid of heat and cold, and he doesn't want to go out. Qu Yixiao is not afraid of anything, but he likes to be with him.For countless winters, he didn't go anywhere, what He Qu Yixiao did most often was to gather around the stove to keep warm.

On such a cold day, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was guarding a street stall by the side of the road.

People who buy couplets are for the New Year to pray for good luck, and those who sell couplets are businessmen. After selling the couplets, they can eat hot meals at home, and Qu Yixiao is blowing the cold wind alone. What kind of mood is that? ?

Ye Ting's heart ached suddenly, his heart ached terribly, and he said with difficulty: "Why? At that time...wasn't there enough money left?"

The quieter he spoke, the more restless he became. Qu Yixiao looked at him meaningfully and said nothing: "When you have time during the holiday, of course you have to earn some pocket money."

At that time Qu Yixiao didn't know the old gentleman, let alone Fu Wangfeng's status.Fu Wangfeng asked him if he would like to learn the craft from him. Hearing that he didn't need to pay any tuition fees, Qu Yixiao, who likes calligraphy and painting, agreed without hesitation.

It was only later that I realized that Fu Wangfeng was in an unattainable position, and his status as an apprentice was something that no one else could envy.

Although he may be the poorest student Fu Wangfeng has ever had, and even at the worst time, he couldn't even eat.

Later, he took care of the studio, and the difficulties in life were alleviated. Fu Wangfeng was kind to Qu Yixiao, he was lucky. To him, Fu Wangfeng was not only a teacher, but also an elder in many cases, guiding the direction , to teach right and wrong.

Someone gave birth to him, someone raised him, someone helped him, and someone made him.

Fu Wangfeng is the last one.

At this moment, when Ye Ting faced those difficult days, Qu Yixiao could only say a word, not even emotion: "The teacher has given me a lot, and the only reward is to learn what he taught me." better."

After getting off the bus, they didn't go anywhere else.Ye Ting was lying on the bed, her feet were dangling.

It was not easy to start a new life abroad. The nights were dark and the days were deserted. Ye Ting sometimes stayed up at night and sometimes during the day. People from different countries and different languages ​​gave him a headache, and he usually chose to refuse unnecessary communication.

In the past few years, he often woke up from nightmares and had trouble falling asleep.

The tone of Qu Yixiao's words at noon was like a summer wind gathered into a knife, cutting up that period of walking dead again.

Ye Ting even felt the dizziness brought about by sin, and unspeakable emotions rushed into his heart, dense, ups and downs, impetuous, not gentle, warning him, punishing him, and urging him as he once cycled in a dream .

The distance between them is blown farther, more distorted, more desperate, and extremely unforgettable.

Qu Yixiao came out wrapped in a bath towel, and Ye Ting, who was staring at something in a daze, jumped in shock. His healthy and strong chest was benefited from the effect of insisting on exercising for several years, and the residual smell of shower gel diffused.

Ye Ting immediately stopped his wild thinking and self-blame, and blushed at a speed visible to the naked eye: "Why are you... not wearing clothes!?"

The two ate and slept together, and except for more frequent hugs and kisses, they slept with their clothes on. They had no sex, and rarely shared intimate things in bed.

"I forgot to take my pajamas." Qu Yixiao only wrapped his lower body in a bath towel.

"Oh..." Ye Ting forced herself to turn her eyes to other places, then grabbed her pajamas in a panic, and ran to the bathroom over Qu Yixiao, "It's time for me to wash."

He couldn't hold it anymore, and stayed for a second, afraid that he would pounce on him, and even more afraid that he would become hard and be ashamed.He failed to seduce Qu Yixiao, but was seduced instead, Qu Yixiao is too bad.

Ye Ting took a shower angrily, the corners of her eyes were red from the hot water, but she couldn't concentrate anymore.The bathroom still had the heat from Qu Yixiao's washing, what were the people outside doing, changing clothes? He thought about his half-naked body just now.

The flowing water is warm and tender, and his head is full of whistling. Ye Ting is a normal adult man, and he has a shameful reaction, so he has to stretch his hand down slowly.